[ Penetrated on two separate fronts, Bastien thinks to add but does not. Alexandrie is too much Madame d’Asgard, to him, for him to include her in a dirty joke she hasn’t started herself.
But he’s pleased to have earned a cackle, so in lieu of it, he piles on, ]
The only nobleman to sow all of his own oats. The only lord I’ll ever kneel before and mean it.
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But he’s pleased to have earned a cackle, so in lieu of it, he piles on, ]
The only nobleman to sow all of his own oats. The only lord I’ll ever kneel before and mean it.